Understanding-
the sexuality...
A near cult glows/ on faces-
for harvesting peace...
No it will not work.
The amalgam of arrival...
The tall, dense, tree of life
divides the culture, ages...
A delicate touch
fingertips turn green to gold...
Xanax in the blood
screams...
Yes it is descriptive only,
the unbearable pain of denudation...
There was obsession, to wash your
hands again and again...
A single line,
undefined, hangs...
Where is the strong winds of summer,
How swift it came, with true fondness...
In being and unbeing
I come to you today...
The tremors. One day
I would know. The trees are walking...